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In time reflected moments become a stream,

when individuality touches that perfect seem.

Captivated by joyous harmony that sound,

improvised texture within is found.

Pure utterances giving that feel a relief,

music in itself and its belief.

The impeccable moment in backwards jump,

when speed of ball and foot at sums.

Scoring the necessity at brilliant once,

the relief in ecstasy that stunts.

The soul that raises all euphoria of joy,

trailing glory touching tears employ.

Words of sentiment that provide,

heavens infancy open ever wide.

Behold that touch in memories close,

tangible ecstasy whence it flows.

Observed in its embracing deliverance,

visions by splendid equivalence.

Magic and perseverance filling its lap,

with pleasure by her own natural map.

Behold that captured frame of bliss,

dreams that come with awaken kiss.

Filling from time to time a human stage,

when a person reaches beyond all age.

Delight and liberty worthy to be blessed,

touching sources above all the best.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.

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